MR. MADISON

(Eddie Allen, B. Thompson)

Jolly Mr. Madison
Tell me what my friends have won.
Tell me on the telephone
Tell me on the radio
Wake me from my dreams at night
Can I buy commercial time?

The youth have grown to know your name
And from where your products came
Tiny tots with fevers high
They take good pills but still they die

Daddy cries

It's a crying shame but who's to blame?
Trick or treat no more
Death awaits, which door?
People scream and people yell
But who can we send to jail
Never mind, no room
It's crowded, dark and endless gloom